My Stepmom Changed the Locks After My Dad Passed to Keep Me Out – She Didn’t Know My Dad Had Prepared for This Scenario

She pressed her lips together in that familiar tight smile. “I’m just being practical. Something you’ve never quite managed.”

An annoyed older woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
An annoyed older woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“I need some time here,” I said, turning away from her. “Just a few days to sort through his things.”

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“Fine,” she said after a pause. “Take the weekend. But then we need to discuss some… arrangements.”

“Arrangements?”

But she already walked away, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors.

“I miss you so much, Dad,” I whispered to the empty room. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”

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Three days later, I drove back to my apartment to grab more clothes and check my mail. The distance helped clear my head. Maybe Carla and I could find some way to coexist. For Dad’s sake, I’d try.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Pexels

When I returned Monday morning, I pulled into the driveway and immediately sensed something was wrong. My key didn’t fit in the front door lock.

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“What the hell?” I muttered, trying again.

That’s when I noticed the manila envelope taped to the door. My name was written on it in Carla’s precise handwriting. Inside was a single sheet of paper:

“Olivia,

This house is mine now. You were never more than a guest.

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